3 thoughts on “National Poetry Month: April 14”

  1. I write poems to stay close to my dead. And yes, I feel my mom’s presence so often, mostly in myself, I see, hear, smell, taste, touch or think something and suddenly I’m her, alive again in that moment. And when I look at my hands, or catch myself in the mirror, not when I’m looking, but when I look up from washing my hands or buttoning my shirt, and catch myself– it’s her, looking back at me. Thank you for this post Robert. I hear you. I’m there. xx –d

  2. I miss James too. I also miss my Grandfather, grandmothers and Tante like crazy. I feel they are around me all the time and sometimes they come too me in my dreams. Just seeing them again and sometimes talking to them is a great kind of solace for me.

  3. Where are you? I so LOVED this, Robert! It’s heartbreaking and beautiful! Thank you for reading this! I’m enjoying the daily poetry readings and the exceptional poetry you choose each day!

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